The Sunday Bells Are Calling

The Sunday bells are calling
Away from street and home;
Once more to thee, O Father,
With thankful hearts we come;
For all thy countless blessings
We praise thy holy name,
And own thy love unchanging,
Thro’ days and years the same.

For life and health and shelter,
Thou sendst us night and day,
The kindness of our teachers,
The gladness of our play;
For all the dear affection
Of parents, brothers, friends,
To him our thanks we render,
Who these and all things sends.

Thanks, too, for shame and sorrow
Whene’er we choose the wrongs;
For bright and happy spirits
‘Mid duty brave and strong;
For the sweet hope of heaven
That meets us at the last,
When earthly tasks are ended
And earthly days are past.